A Fire With FRIENDS

OF SCRANTON, PENNSYLVANIA


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LYRICS

“Like Giants Sleeping In Basements”

People Are Mice

I’m a harlequin

You’re my fair maiden

The world is everything but sweet

I’m feeling distressed

But you’re taking off your dress

And your skin is nothing but sweet

I was once an optimist

But the world has shown me

You have proved to be

The world is full of …

What would the king think

If he knew we spit on his throne?

Would the world think

If we didn’t act so damn cold

Would you think

If you woke and you weren’t alone?

Son of a bitch

You were a witch

And I fell for every last trick

But even when I’m hung

And my feet no longer touch

You’ll still be in my mind

Trumpets will ring in the morning

But I’ll be six feet beneath

And my last lesson is that even

You would sell me out

(Blood on my mind

Reasons to find

You came and then

You’re gone)

My Fine Family

My brother turned fifteen today

And it scared the shit out of me

Leave your innocence at the door

You won’t need it anymore

Because youth is fleeing idea

That I’m chasing

And this place is haunted

Oh, child

You’ll let trouble in

If you let youth go

You’re growing up

In a world where

You no longer pretend

The roads are gold

Put on your summer dress

And I’ll grow my hair long

Electric Chair Blues

I’ve got the soldier’s curse

Fighting wars I don’t deserve

But she smelled like an angel ought to

Goldie, I’d go to hell for you

There were demons

Cloaked like angels

This cold city

Lives in sin

I need my medication

‘Cause I think I’m seeing her

So it’s off with his head

Let the dog finish the rest

And take back the souls

They stole

Jesus Was A Jedi

I threw away my morals

To try to find happiness

It seems the two were intertwined

Like tangled roots or grapevine

Don’t give me that look again

The one that says

I’ve been thinking way too much

My body’s my mind’s only crutch

But we laid out on the lawn

Like a child I outstretched my palm

And I tried to catch the sun

Tell me again who I was

My eyes are Irish

Broken blue oceans

They always sway to and fro

I can’t let apathy grow

Jesus, I think I deserve more than this

A shit job in a shit town

With puppet people

Feigning upside down frowns

(You’re always fucking wrong)

We tried to catch the sun

But we’ll always be out run

So tell me what you want me to say

Sarah

Well, mama

You know I see ya

Laying in the hallway

Well, was it

The booze

That got you through the day?

Sarah, you know it’s okay

To wake from the strangest dreams

Where you’re all alone

In your dusty old car

On your way home

No, I won’t be too far

Away

Well, mama

You know I see ya

Fleeing to the bathroom again

Well, was it

The drugs

That got you to become this way

Your letter reads,

“Won’t you please come back home?

They’ve paved all the streets

Won’t you please come back home?

Before the pills take me away

Won’t you please come back home?

These children have your eyes

And they need you to come back home.”

It Has Teeth

Well, I’m just company

Nothing more than recycled relief

And if you could

Would you eat my dreams

And leave me shackled to

Mundane suburban beliefs?

When I went to bed

I was a different man

But I woke with the same shoes

Worn and tired and of an earthly hue

And if each step I take could be my biggest mistake

Then time is as elusive as

The questions you always raise

(I’m going home)

No wonder why

I lay awake at night

The morning’s always the same

Another goodbye

Back To Sleep

I want to  go back to sleep

There I can dream

And fly with the fish

And circle the sun

If a woman you love should leave

Don’t replace her with regret or pity

Go to bed, sleep it off

And curse out the morning

I want to go back to sleep

There I can lay beneath

Autumn’s tangerine sun

And her whiskey leaves

I’ve spent afternoons

Talking to walls

Pretending they’re you

Lets steal your car

And drive it to the sea